Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
The author’s writing has been compared to Michael Crichton, Blake Crouch and Hitchcock, which is why I was interested in reading this book!
A private investigator, Lee Crowe find a girl dead on top of a Rolls Royce….in the most dangerous neighborhood in San Francisco. She is dressed to a T and Lee checks for a pulse because it almost looks like she is just sleeping. And so the investigation begins…..
We learn that the girls name is Claire Gravesend and during the autopsy after the ‘accident’ it is discovered that she has round scars running down her spine including other strange old markings. When they contact her mother, immediately knows that Claire did not kill herself, but won’t explain why or where Claire got these markings either.
Her mother instantly hires Lee Crowe to investigate the matter. Some pretty crazy things start to happen and you will never guess the ending to this book! I sure didn’t expect it, especially when he finds his way to Claire’s secret San Francisco house. It’s there that his questions come to a head. Sleeping in an upstairs bedroom, he finds Claire—her face, her hair, her scars—and as far as he can tell, she’s alive….but it’s not Claire……
That’s all I’m going to share with you folks! The only reason I didn’t give this book a full five out of five was because I got a little lost in where the story was heading in certain parts. The ending is a…..what the heck……type but once you get there, everything made sense.